“I’m sorry to let you down like this. I sound like a freaking woman. Hell, I’m acting like one, too. All this crazy talk; you must think I’m some kind of psycho or something.”
Like an old boss at Eglin. Anything he didn’t learn from the good old boys was Crae Crae, anything from a female was Crae Crae. Even if they taught it at Auburn, his alma mater (how?), if it didn’t stick in his reptilian forebrain and he did not remember it, it was superfluous and not to be trusted. He needed a whoop a** or at least a grievance with the professional union.
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